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Thursday, December 1, 2016

Monthly Wrap-up:

September,

October

&

November

2016

Hello everyone,

I haven't done a monthly wrap-up since August. Normally I'm good at doing one each month, but lately my reading progress hasn't been anything to shake a stick at.

Life has just been very hectic lately. For those of you who don't know, I am expecting my first child in late April! So my weeks have been consumed with doctors appointments and trying to get as much rest as I can. Because of my heart problems, this is a quite high risk pregnancy, but I have a great team of doctors around me and we are all optimistic that things will run smoothly. So far so good. *Fingers crossed!!*

We are also in the process of moving, which is exciting and stressful all at the same time. It made more sense for us to move out of our 1 bedroom, into a two before the baby comes. I'm looking forward to getting all settled in.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Blackfriar Murders, A Cosy Mystery Series: Book One: At the Bottom of the StairsBy: M'Lissa Moorecroft

Published: January 2016

Published by: Kindle Edition

Format Read: Kindle for PC

Genre: Mystery, Short Story

Rating: 2.5/5

I was sent a copy of
At the Bottom of the Stairs by M’Lissa Moorecroft from the author in exchange
for an honest review.

Outside the small coastal
town of Black Rock, California sits an old converted mansion, which is now home
to a cast of colorful characters from a variety of different backgrounds. Each
tenant has their own secrets and know very little about each other. That is
except for the building gossip, who just happens to die after a fall down the
stairs.

I was intrigued by the synopsis of At the Bottom of the
Stairs, due in part to the mysterious mention of the Blackfriar tenants wanting
to escape their past lives. At less than 60 pages, this short story was chalk
full of the character descriptions and their backstories.

The introduction gave a list that almost read like a play.
In fact the idea for At the Bottom of the Stairs could easily be turned into,
just that; a play.

The setting and the mystery kept my attention, but I felt
the need for some editing and refinement kept me from enjoying it even more.
Also due in part to the immense amount of character development, I felt the
story could have been much longer. However this is only the beginning of
M’Lissa Moorecroft’s series about the Blackfriar tenants.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Today I have the pleasure of welcoming author Carl Schmidt to Melissa Lee's Many Reads. He will be sharing his thoughts on "Writing with Humor". Also be sure to check out his mystery novel "Dead Down East".

Writing With Humor(by Carl Schmidt)

Humor involves
surprise and misdirection, and requires that the reader, or the listener, not
take things too seriously. Consider the third verse in Bob Dylan’s song,
“Memphis Blues” for example:

Mona tried to
tell me

Stay away from
the train line

She said that
all the railroad men

Just drink up
your blood like wine

An' I said, ‘Oh,
I didn't know that,’

But then again,
there's only one I've met

An' he just
smoked my eyelids

An' punched my
cigarette

At this point in
the song, Dylan doesn’t wait for you to get the joke; he charges into the
chorus, “Oh, Mama…” while his droll
juxtaposition of “eyelids” and “cigarette” is just beginning to take shape in
your mind. This sudden change of direction makes the refrain even wittier.

Many of us think
of intelligence as the comprehension of truth and beauty, and that mirth lies
in some separate region. I don’t. Humor expands the intellect, making it more
complete and satisfying. Intelligence without humor is like a fine meal without
wine, dessert or espresso.

In his poem, Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats penned
the famous line:

“Beauty is
truth, truth beauty, – that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

To which I
reply, “Without humour, ye be living in a wasteland.”

When writing
fiction in the first person, internal dialogue reveals the inner workings of
the protagonist’s mind and is a great place to inject comedy into the
narrative.

Jesse Thorpe is
the narrator/private detective of my mystery novel, Dead Down East. Jesse
has a cheeky sense of humor, which he allows to leak out now and again, not
just because he likes to have fun, but also to maintain calm when things get
perilous. The first really dicey moment for him occurs in the middle of chapter
four, as he is trying to worm his way through an FBI roadblock. In the first
draft, I had chosen that moment to insert a rather lengthy internal monologue,
to expose the witty side of Jesse’s nature. I was having so much fun with it
that by the time I was done, it was almost fifteen hundred words long. And
while I liked the tension it created by suspending the dramatic moment in
mid-air—for several pages—eventually I decided that it would be more effective
as a prologue for the book. This way, on the very first page, the reader gets a
preview of the inner workings of Jesse’s mind, a snapshot of his modus
operandi and a quick peak at his girlfriend.

What follows are
the first two paragraphs of that prologue. I hope it serves to demonstrate the
use of humor in writing, and, most of all, I hope it tickles your funny bone.

Apologies and compliments are two remarkably effective
devices for disarming adversaries in life and hecklers in bars. If you consider
the socially adept people you know, you’ll see that they use these two conversational
tools frequently and with ease. I remember the first time it fully dawned on me
how valuable they could be.

Angele and I had
been dating for a couple of weeks. Our next planned event was scheduled for
Saturday night. So I was a bit surprised when she arrived unexpectedly at my
place on Tuesday evening. I guess she decided that there was something that
couldn’t wait until the weekend. The moment she walked through the front door,
I began to suspect what that “something” was. She had a gleam in her eyes that
seared me from the inside of my nimble imagination right down to my insteps. I
surmised that she was either ovulating, or she had a sudden urge for a tour of
the Thorpe habitat. I began to mentally review the floor plan of the house.
“Now, where is my bedroom?” I thought. “I know it was here this
morning.”

Carl Schmidt(Author of Dead Down East)

Carl Schmidt graduated from Denver
University with a degree in mathematics and physics. As a Woodrow Wilson Fellow
he studied mathematics at Brown University.

Carl lived and traveled widely throughout
Asia for seven years, including two years as a Peace Corps volunteer in the
Philippines and five years in Japan, where he taught English.

Carl has spent dozens of summers in Maine,
on lakes and in the woods. He chose it as the setting for this novel because he
loves its rugged natural beauty and the charming idiosyncrasies of Mainers. He
has also written and recorded three musical albums. This, along with his formal
education, proved invaluable when molding the persona and voice of Jesse
Thorpe, the narrator of Dead Down East, and endowing him with both a
creative eye for detail and a sense of humor.

Dead Down East is the first novel in the Jesse Thorpe Mystery Series, which
includes A Priestly Affair and Redbone. In 2001, New Falcon Press published his non-fictional
book, A Recipe for Bliss: Kriya Yoga for a New Millennium.

Currently, he is a freelance writer living
in Sedona, Arizona with his lovely wife, Holly, and their faithful German
shorthaired pointer, Alize.

Dead Down East, a fictional murder mystery, is both detective noir and smart
screwball comedy rolled into one. Jesse Thorpe, a young private investigator
operating out of Augusta, Maine, receives a mysterious phone call from a former
client, Cynthia Dumais. She begs to be
rescued from an island south of Brunswick, within a mile of where William
Lavoilette, the governor or Maine, was assassinated the night before. She insists
that her life is in danger, but is unwilling to provide any further
information. Reluctantly, Jesse goes to fetch her.

Within a week, Jesse has three separate
clients, each with his, or her, own desperate need to have the murder solved.
He assembles a motley team of compadres, including rock band members, a tie-dye
psychic and his rousing girlfriend, Angele Boucher, to help him with the case.
While the FBI and the Maine State Police investigate political motives, Jesse
looks for the woman—Cherchez la Femme—as the trail draws him through the lives,
and DNA, of the governor’s former mistresses.

Fresh, witty and loaded with eccentric
characters, this first novel in the Jesse Thorpe Mystery Series is both clever
and stylish. It’s an old-school private eye tale with inventive twists and
local charm. If you enjoy a well-crafted and zesty narrative, lively banter, or
take pleasure in the company of Mainers, you’ll love Dead Down East.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Today (November 11th) is Remembrance Day here in Canada. As we pause to remember all the soldiers who fought for our freedom, it is important to also honor the women who gave up their lives as well. Please welcome author Viv Newman to Melissa Lee's Many Reads.. I hope you all find her post as fascinating to read as I did.

Thank you so much
Melissa for inviting me to post about “The Forgotten Women of the First World
War”.

‘She Knew the Meaning of
Sacrifice’

“Armistice Day”, “Remembrance
Sunday”, the traditional days when we remember The Fallen. But how many of us pause to wonder about the women
who perished in The Great War? When
researching We Also Served: The Forgotten
Women of the First World War, I was amazed to discover that between 1914
and 1918 around 2,000 women from Allied countries died due to their war
service. Here are the stories of just
three of them.

In 1915, New
Zealand Army Staff Nurse Margaret Rogers, wrote home to her father, “There is
no romance about war; it spells
suffering, hunger, filth”. She was one
of 36 professional nurses about to set sail from Alexandria in Egypt to
Salonika (now Thessalonika) with British and New Zealand soldiers on H.T.Marquette. At 9.15 am on 23rd
October 1915, a torpedohit Marquette; as a troopship, she was a
legitimate target for enemy action. She
sank within ten minutes. When after
upwards of eight hours in the sea, the few survivors were rescued, it was
obvious that the New Zealand Nursing service had received a significant
blow. Weighed down by their voluminous
uniforms, nine nurses had perished; Acting Matron Cameron, had suffered what
today’s newspapers would call ‘life-changing injuries’. She never worked again. Of the nurses who drowned that October morning,
only one body was identifiable thanks to her watch. The case was engraved ‘Margaret Rogers’. The names of Marquette victims and the
many other New Zealand nurses who served their country with pride and devotion
in far-flung corners of the globe, are remembered in the Christ Church Nurses’
Memorial Chapel - which has withstood two demolition attempts and an earthquake.
The names of those whom it commemorates
‘liveth for ever more’.

Canadian Army Nursing Service nurse Agnes Forneri arrived in England in
April 1917, her head held high, her heart full of sorrow. The previous month her brother Lieutenant David had
been killed in action at Vimy. Now more
determined than ever to serve Canadian soldiers, Agnes spent several months on the Western Front
during the terrible Battle of Passchendaele.
In January 1918, she was invalided back to England suffering from
‘ptomaine poisoning and bronchitis’, aggravated by ‘active service
conditions.’ She returned to duty at
No.12 Canadian General Hospital in Bramshott, before she was fully
fit. She collapsed in April 1918 with a
violent stomach haemorrhage, dying a week later. The stated cause of her death was ‘multiple
peptic ulcers’. However, it is probable
that, like other nurses including American Helen Fairchild, exposure to poison gas
contributed to her death. Buried
with full military honours,one journalist felt
‘it is most fitting that our dear
Canadian sisters should be buried like soldiers and in a soldier’s grave, for
they are indeed as brave and true as any soldier.’ She lies with fellow Canadian service
personnel at Bramshott Churchyard in Southern England, one of the 977
foreign nurses who had travelled from the four corners of the earth to war-torn
France and lost their lives through their actions. These nurses’ sacrifices are commemorated on
an ornate memorial in the French city of Reims.
Passers-by who visit the memorial are requested to pause and ‘Remember
Them’ – not only on Armistice Day but throughout the year.

New Zealander
Margaret and Canadian Agnes perished far from home. Belgian shop assistant Gabrielle Petit died
in her native city – although it was one that by 1916 she barely recognized for
Brussels was occupied by Germany. Twenty-one-year-old
Gabrielle was one of the most accomplished spies working behind enemy lines –
she saw herself as a soldier in the Allied cause. Having undergone espionage training in London,
once back in Brussels, she created her own cell and network and supplied meticulous
vital information on trains, troop movements and armaments. The British authorities saw her as one of
their most reliable agents.

Gabrielle Petit

postcard author’s own
collection

Very aware of the
dangers she faced, Gabrielle claimed that ‘If I die in service,’ my death will
be ‘like a soldier’s’. For several
months she passed undetected until the German occupiers became increasingly
suspicious of this seemingly simple shop assistant. They watched her every move. Having successfully evaded capture on one
occasion, on 20 January 1916, her luck gave out. Betrayed, arrested and tried, she was
sentenced to ‘Death by Firing Squad’. On
1 April 1916, handcuffed to the execution post, she proudly mocked her
assembled executioners, ‘You will see that a young Belgian woman knows how to
die. (Vous allez voir comment une jeune fille belge sait mourir.’) Seconds later, she lay dead. Most of Brussels, let alone the outside world,
oblivious to her fate.

Yet, recognition
finally came. Post war, her body was
exhumed and re-buried in an elaborate ceremony and, in 1923 a memorial was
unveiled at Place Saint-Jean in Brussels.
But the statue is not the representation of a martyred victim (which the
city had commissioned) nor even heroine but that of a defiant ‘ordinary’ woman
who, like all the women who gave their lives in the service of their country,
accepted that her own life, when weighed against her nation’s cause, counted
for little.

As we remember
The Fallen, this Armistice Day, let us also honour Margaret, Agnes and
Gabrielle and indeed all the women of the Great War who ‘knew the meaning of
sacrifice’. Their lives, deaths and war
stories are retold, many for the first time, in We Also Served: The Forgotten Women of the First World War (Pen and
Sword). Available from Amazon. Visit www.firstworldwarwomen.co.uk to learn more about women in
The Great War.

Viv has three
books in publication about women in the Great War – and a fourth on the way for
late 2017.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Did you all have a good Halloween? It was pretty uneventful on my end. We don't get any trick or treaters here but we always have candy on hand just in case. Who am I trying to kid? We buy the candy to eat ourselves, haha.

I was surprised to hear from my friends and family who did give out candy, that numbers were way down compared to other years. I remember when I was younger the streets would be streaming with kids in costumes and at some houses there would be lineups at the doors.

My Reading Progress

I am happy to report that I am slowly catching up with my reading. I started and completed another book this past week..

I started to read this book a couple of months ago, but the file expired before I could finish it. Then I was sent a physical copy from TLC Book Tours. I'm looking forward to getting back into this one as I was really enjoying it.

On the Blog

I have a two different guest posts from authors coming up within the next few weeks. Be sure to check back for those.

The Whiskey Sea

By: Ann Howard Creel

Rating: 3/5

I was sent a copy of The Whiskey Sea by Ann Howard Creel by the publisher via the TLC Book Tours, in exchange for an honest review.

Motherless and destitute, Frieda Hope grows up during Prohibition determined to make a better life for herself and her sister, Bea. The girls are taken in by a kindly fisherman named Silver, and Frieda begins to feel at home whenever she is on the water. When Silver sells his fishing boat to WWI veteran Sam Hicks, thinking Sam would be a fine husband for Frieda, she’s outraged. But Frieda manages to talk Sam into teaching her to repair boat engines instead, so she has a trade of her own and won’t have to marry.

Frieda quickly discovers that a mechanic’s wages won’t support Bea and Silver, so she joins a team of rumrunners, speeding into dangerous waters to transport illegal liquor. Frieda becomes swept up in the lucrative, risky work—and swept off her feet by a handsome Ivy Leaguer who’s in it just for fun.

As danger mounts and her own feelings threaten to drown her, can Frieda find her way back to solid ground—and to a love that will sustain her?

The Prohibition era is a time I find fascinating and have
enjoyed several movies and television shows set during those years. When I saw
that this was the setting for The Whiskey Sea, I jumped at the chance to join
in on the book tour.

During a time when a woman’s place was said to be in the
home, our main character Frieda broke conventions to become a boat mechanic, in
order to support her younger sister and adoptive father. This would lead her
down the path towards the dangerous job of rum running.

I expected a story with a lot of excitement and danger,
however it focused more on Frieda’s moral compass and romantic interest. It
moved along a bit too slowly for my liking and I had a hard time connecting
with the main character.

Although The Whiskey Sea might not have been the right book
for me, I would recommend it to those who enjoy slower paced historical
fiction.